The war had entered the third phase, and also the cruelest phase. As the distance between the two sides shrank, the frequency of battles shot upward, as did the number of casualties. Strategy and tactics were becoming less and less useful in this stage as will and supplies took the forefront. It was just a matter of waiting to see who gave out first.
Around a thousand li from Xuelao City was a group of mountains on the plains. Many hot springs bubbled out from these mountains.
It was very hot in the capital, but the weather here was actually a little cool. The steam rising from the springs pervaded the mountains, making the whole sight rather pleasant to look at.
Chen Changsheng sat in a hot spring, his gaze piercing through the mist, curtains, and the nearby banners of the Orthodoxy cavalry, falling on the path leading out of the valley.
